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Niharika Verma is a stunning semi-classical dancer who wants nothing more than to travel the world, but the shackles of her dreadful past keep her grounded. On the other end, Asia's well-known businessman and CEO of Ra...
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Shaurya, Vivaan, Anand Ji, and Akash Ji stood outside the police station when Anand Ji asked, “Shaurya, are you sure this plan will work?”
“Two hundred percent sure, uncle,” Shaurya replied, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
They entered the police station, where Anand Ji spoke with the inspector, explaining their plan. The Rajvanshi family was powerful, and the inspector knew better than to refuse them.
Inside an interrogation room, the culprit who had framed Niharika sat in a chair. Anand Ji took the seat opposite him, their gazes locked in an unspoken challenge.
“I hope you understand why I’m here,” Anand Ji said coldly.
The man smirked. “Yes, sir, but there was no need for this visit. I already told the inspector everything—it’s recorded.”
Anand Ji leaned back, voice dangerously calm. “I know. But I came to hear only the truth. The real truth. And I’ve got two options for you.”
The man raised a brow. “Are you threatening me inside a police station, sir?”
Anand Ji chuckled darkly. “If I wanted, I could have you buried in this very lockup. But I have a better idea.”
For the first time, a flicker of unease crossed the culprit’s face. “What do you want?”
Anand Ji placed a briefcase on the table and flipped it open—stacks of crisp ₹500 notes gleamed under the dim light. “Option one,” he said smoothly.
The culprit’s eyes widened.
“And option two…” Anand Ji slid his phone across the table. The screen played a video—his wife and his young child, bound to chairs, their eyes filled with terror.
His face drained of color. Instinctively, he tried to stand, but Shaurya and Vivaan placed firm hands on his shoulders, forcing him back into the chair.
“What do you want?” he rasped.
“The truth,” Anand Ji repeated. “Who told you to frame Niharika?”
The man swallowed hard before speaking. “A woman hired us…” His voice trembled.
Everyone stiffened.
“She threatened a man, he was a detective gired by Mr. Rajvanshi for some of his personal work, and made him provide false evidence against your daughter-in-law,” the culprit continued.
